Births have brought us richness and variety, And other births will bring us richness and variety.
23 Endless unfolding of words of ages!
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Partaker of influx and efflux I, extoller of hate and conciliation, Extoller of amies and those that sleep in each others' arms.
You light surfaces only, I force surfaces and depths also.
Mine is no callous shell, I have instant conductors all over me whether I pass or stop, They seize every object and lead it harmlessly through.
I teach straying from me, yet who can stray from me?
Something I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs, Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven.
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The boy I love, the same becomes a man not through derived power, but in his own right, Wicked rather than virtuous out of conformity or fear, Fond of his sweetheart, relishing well his steak, Unrequited love or a slight cutting him worse than sharp.If our colors are struck and the fighting done?Let it all out!I anchor my ship for a little while only, My messengers continually cruise away or bring their returns.Easily written loose-finger'd chords-I feel the thrum of your climax and close.